Divorce Papers and New Beginnings

ought he was being noble, a martyr solving everyone's problems. The reality was he wa

I said, my voice flat, when

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movements stiff. I needed to get away, to b

demanded. "You're not just going

oom," I said witho

e your things. Chloe and the baby need the master bedroom. It's bigger, and the en-suite is

My clothes, my books, my entire existence, packed into bo

g following me. I closed the guest room door behind me and leaned against it, the wood cool against my back. The r

was impossible. The house, which was once my sanctuary, was now a prison.

walls were thin. I heard the low murmur of their voices from the master bedroom-my b

njured. My mind, a traitor, supplied me with memories of my own. Ethan kissing me in that same bed, his hands in my hair

ent a fraud. The love I thought was the bedrock of my life w

was a stranger. And the woman he was with had not only stolen my

The sounds from the next room had long since faded. I didn't feel heartbrok

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her with the boxes. There was nothing in them I wanted. I

a backward glance. The morning air was crisp and clean.

courthouse. The divorce papers I had signed yesterday were still in my bag. I wal

an holding a small bouquet of daisies sm

in a long time, I t